Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
New Order,
Television,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.